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Do not call me hero,

When you see the medals that I wear,

Medals maketh not the hero,

They just prove that I was there.

 

Do not call me hero,

Now that I am old and grey,

I left a lad, returned a man,

They stole my youth that day.

 

Do not call me hero,

When we ran the wall of hail,

The blood, the fears, the cries, the tears

We left them where they fell.

 

Do not call me hero,

Each night I stop and pray,

For all the friends I knew and lost,

I survived my longest day.

 

Do not call me hero,

In the years that pass,

For all the real true heroes,

Have crosses, lined up on the grass.

 

Rob Aitchison

 

Found this today... spare a thought to all who where there... :salute:

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was going thru some old photo albums and came across abunch of b/w's of when we visited normandy in the early 60's, bunkers, grave markers, memorials, me, my sis and brother in a blowd up car with blowd up buildings in the background, pics of battle plans and such. Ill scan them tommorrow and post them. strange that it was merely 20 years after the war when those pics were taken. Damn, Im old.

Edited by ONETINSOLDIER

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